Cappilla (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Squeeze the trigger

[Verse 1: Killa B]
Now I be poppin' game on the b*tches 'cause they know
A pimp type n*gga's on the motherf*ckin' flow
So, drop it off, ho, and I'ma go up in you fast
And if you talk sh*t, you'll get a foot up in your ass
See, f*ck n*ggas fake, and players stay strong
See, pimpin' ain't dead, 'cause this sh*t is goin' on
Be careful when you're rollin' through my motherf*ckin' set
'Cause if you ain't strapped, your stupid ass gonna jet
And I bet I got some things for you pus*y ass n*ggas
Perpetrate, like you're hard, and you never touched the trigger
But you figure you're the sh*t, just because you wanna fight
But step to the Killa, and your ass just might take flight
'Cause I'm tired of the motherf*ckin' fusion
So pass me the Glock for the f*ckin' execution
A pimp type n*gga, 'cause I gotta be real
You gotta come hard, unless you want to be killed
But you still want to play like a motherf*ckin' ho
So now it's time I rush your ass to the f*ckin' floor
I ain't playin', what I'm sayin' motherf*cker, is for real
You're gonna f*ck around, and get your motherf*ckin' cap peeled

[Chorus]
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the motherf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the motherf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the motherf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the motherf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
[Verse 2: Killa B]
I spit funky, funky lyrics from my windpipe
f*ckin' n*ggas up, when it's time to dim the headlights
Rollin' through the Mound with a half a pint of Yak
Then I call my n*gga E for a nice out jack
Make a move, brother, stomp, plus a course of 8Ball
I got the Glock in the glove for your n*ggas stupid car
A pimp with the pitch, so motherf*ck a ho
I got b*tches sellin' ass from Tennessee to Chicago
Cali and New York, and all the seven seas
(Do pimps eat pus*y?)
Man, n*gga, please
I kick it like a champ, I thought you n*ggas knew it
If you got a mission to accomplish, then just do it
A n*gga doin' wrong, but I'm still about the right things
Sold a little dope, but I never had to gangbang
Hang on my roadies, peepin' game in the clip
And one in the chamber for you n*ggas on the creep tip
b*tches on my di*k, 'cause they know, this sh*t is thick
And n*ggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
So see, it's quite simple for a n*gga that's for real
Don't step to the Killa, or else you'll get your f*ckin' cap peeled

[Chorus]
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the motherf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the motherf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the motherf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the motherf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
[Verse 3: Killa B]
Just like my n*gga Homicide, I'm paranoid, n*gga
You reach for your gat, aw sh*t, I gotta get you
See, pimps don't play, so motherf*cker, don't step
I'm b*tch killin' hoes, 'cause I gotta hold my rep
See I'm steppin' with my weapon on my hip, it's a trip
Everclear in my hand, and I'm walkin' with a limp
Gorilla pimpin' b*tches in the motherf*ckin' house
Orange Mound n*ggas and were gonna turn it out
For the n*ggas gettin' buck, gettin' so rough
When I'm peelin' caps, I take the motherf*ckin' dandruff
Off a n*gga head, it's drippin' red on the concrete
Notice when I'm flowin', that I never got off beat
One time, see I kick the rhymes that make you shiver
It's me Killa B, the motherf*ckin' cap peeler

[Chorus]
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the motherf*ckin' cap peeler
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the motherf*ckin' cap peeler
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the motherf*ckin' cap peeler
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the motherf*ckin' cap peeler